that they were prisoners. He had three wounds, the one on the head, the other in the thigh, and the third in the fundament. The Bourguignons would not believe that he was slain, but that he was fled into Germanie, and that he had vowed to do seven years penance. There were some among the Bourguignons which sold jewels, horses, and other things to be paid when he should return; and at Burchselles, in the diocesse❘ of Spierre, in Germany, a poore man begging, they thought him to be the Duke, who did penance: every man desired to see him, and he received good alms."-GRIMESTONE'S History of the Netherlands. This was the Duke defeated at Murat.1 Welsh Churchyards. The heapy church-yards, where should The relics of the dead. What mouldering bones unhous'd above the soil! The sire dislodged by burial of his son! The child by her that bare it! rudely thrown To light of day. Within thy region, Cambria! never shock'd Beholds the visitant of churchyard scenes Sights so inhuman. There green turf and flowers Cover the once and ever-loved remains Of kindred and of friends, flowers, weekly shed, out England in general, how shamefully is this pious and affectionate duty neglected! Our cemeteries, notwithstanding the awful purposes to which they are consecrated, are in almost every parish, either common thorough-fares, or constantly frequented by boys, where they pursue their different sports unmolested. In Wales these things are not suffered: such practices would justly be deemed a profanation. The graves in the church-yards there are neatly covered with turf, and in many places planted with evergreens. Every week some relative or friend visits the spot where sleep the objects of regard, to see that it has sustained no injury, and to scatter over it such flowers as may happen to be in bloom. The author and two other gentlemen, in a tour through Wales, had the satisfaction to witness this spirit-soothing ceremony: a decent-looking female was seen to perform it with every sign of tenderness and sensibility." The Passing Bell. BOOKER. "THE passing bell was anciently rung for two purposes; one, to bespeak the prayers of all good Christians for a soul just departing; the other, to drive away the evil spirits who stood at the bed's foot and about the house, ready to seize their prey, or at least to molest and terrify the soul in its passage: but by the ringing of that bell (for Durandus informs us, evil spirits are much afraid of bells) they were kept aloof; and the soul, And watered with soft tears. No lengthened like a hunted hare, gained the start, or had which I often heard talked of in Arabia; but nobody could give me an exact description of it, except one man of rank, who had been born at Mareb, and had always lived there. He told me, that the famous reservoir, called by the Arabs Sitte Mareb, was a narrow valley between two ranges of hills, and a day's journey in length. Six or seven small rivers meet in that valley, holding their course S. and S. W. and advancing from the territories of the Imam. Some of these rivers contain fishes, and their waters flow through the whole year; others are dry, except in the rainy season. The two ranges of hills which confine this valley, approach so near to each other upon the eastern end, that the intermediate space may be crossed in five or six minutes. To confine the waters in the rainy season, the entrance into the valley was here shut up by a high and thick wall; and at outlets, through which the water thus collected might be conveyed in the season of drought to water the neighbouring fields, three large flood-gates were formed in the wall, one above another. The wall was fifty feet high, and built of large hewn stones. Its ruins are still to be seen. But the waters, which it formerly used to confine, are now lost among the sands, after running only a short way. Thus was there nothing incredibly wonderful in the true account of the Sabean reservoir. Similar, although much smaller reservoirs, are formed at the roots of the mountains in many places through Yemen. Near Constantinople is a vale, the entrance into which is likewise shut up by a wall to confine the water, which is conveyed thence in aqueducts into the capital of the Ottoman empire. "The tradition that the city of Mareb was destroyed by a deluge, occasioned by the sudden bursting of the wall, has entirely the air of a popular fable. It seems more probable that the wall, being neglected, fell gradually into disrepair when the kingdom of the Sabeans declined. But the ruin of the wall proved fatal to the city in a different way. The neighbouring fields, when no longer watered from the reservoir, became waste and barren, and the city was thus left without means of subsistence. "Mareb was known to the ancients as the capital of the Sabeans by the name of Mariaba. In its neighbourhood are some ruins, which are pretended to be the remains of the palace of Queen Balkis."NIEBUHR. wwwww Devotement of the Arabs. "THE Arabs have a singular way of displaying their courage in engagements, not unlike the devotement to the infernal gods among the ancients. A soldier willing to signalize his attachment to his master, binds up his leg to his thigh, and continues to fire away upon the enemy, till either they be routed, or he himself be slain upon the field of battle. I could take this only for a fable when it was first told me, but I was afterwards convinced of its truth, by a late instance in the case of a Schiech of Haschid-u Bekil, in the Imam's service, who devoted himself in this manner in a battle against his own countrymen. Six slaves charged muskets for him, which he continued to fire upon the enemy, till, being at last deserted by the Imam's troops, and even by his own servants, he was cut in pieces." -Ibid. Sketches of Nature. "WHY should the winter always be presented to our view, like chilling old age, muffled up in fur skin ?"-Stranger. Motto to December. THE moon bright ere the daylight is gone. The flaky clouds are dark, yet they appear not heavier. They look like the patches of vegetation on the sea sand. The martins.-Their tails are forked; they flutter at their nests before they enter, showing their white bodies, and often rise up and hover there, then dart away on arrowy wing. Their notes are even musical sometimes. At evening, when looking from the window, the murmuring of their young is pleasant-a placid sound, according with the quietness of all around. July 20. Over the western hill it is like a sea of glory, the mist that terminates it graduates into clouds of illuminated darkness, the sun shines full forth. A moun tainous ridge of cloud spreads southwards, their summits whitened. July 22. I see the distant hills through the rainbow; and now it falls upon Pill1 and its white church. The green predominates, and then the faint reddishness. It travels with the clouds. I first saw it tinging Walton Castle, and it has now passed completely over Pill. A line of dark cloud, a blue gray, the sun sinks behind it, the streaks above glowing, their remoter sides a brownish red. July 23, nine o'clock. I never saw an evening sky more beautiful. It rains. The clouds are of the darkest gray; but through one long opening the sky appears of the clearest light, a yellow whiteness. July 30. The with-weed, or white convolvulus, is now in blossom. Pestilent as it is in gardens, I cannot but like it, it so clothes the bush on which it seizes, and its white bell flower is so graceful. I see fern growing amid the moss and ivy of an old wall. Greenness of the young ivy. A fine red dwarf hollihock is now in blossom by the ruined cottage in the glen below K. Weston hill. A beautiful relic of cultivation among nettles and weeds. The roots of the elms at Stapleton are prodigiously fine. They run into each other, and emboss the ground like some cathedral roof. Their long flutings near the ground look like the clusters of a Gothic column. Night. The light-leaved poplars now dark as a cypress grove. It has been a wet day: the clouds still hang heavy, though whitely shining in parts. The distant hill is a mass of dark blue. The names here shew us where Southey was at this time residing. Pill is a chapelry in the parish of Easton in Gordano, and Union of Bedminster, six miles from Bristol.-J. W.W. | 42. "I shake the lash over my camel and she quickens her pace, while the sultry vapour rolls in waves over the burning cliffs." 64. "I see no difference between the tomb of the anxious miser gasping over his hoard, and the tomb of the libertine lost in the maze of voluptuousness. You behold the sepulchres of them both raised in two heaps of earth, on which are elevated two broad piles of solid marble, among the tombs closely connected." 101. "The muscles of our chargers quake as soon as they mingle in battle." thou canst have no idea; and he, to whom 103. "Time will produce events of which thou gavest no commission, will bring thee unexpected news."2-MOALLAKAT. wwwww Poem of Zohair. THE canal around the tent mentioned. feared the number of tents, where Death, P. 41. "He made a fierce attack, nor the mother of vultures, had fixed her mansion." 59. "Experience has taught me the events of this day and yesterday; but as to the events of to-morrow, I confess my blindness."-Ibid. Poem of Lebeid. P. 11. "IN the plains which now are naked a populous tribe once dwelt; but they decamped at early dawn, and nothing of 2 This is the motto to the third book of Thalaba.-J. W. W. them remains but the canals which encircled their tents, and the Thumaam plants with which they were repaired." 15. "They hastened their camels, till the sultry vapour gradually stole them from thy sight." 66 34. They divide the waters of the full stream, whose banks are covered with the plants of Kolaam. Banks which a grove of reeds, part erect and part laid prostrate, overshades or clothes us with a mantle." 53. "When the flashes of the noon-tide vapour dance over the plain, and the sultry mist clothes the parched hills.” 62. "On many a cold morning, when the freezing winds howl, and the hand of the North holds their reins, I turn aside their blast from the travellers whom I receive in my tent." Poem of Hareth. P. 64. "THEY surprised you not indeed by a sudden assault, but they advanced, and the sultry vapour of noon, through which you saw them, increased their magnitude." 74. "We thrust them before us till the muscles of their thighs were breeched in gore." Run, Madoc's Brother's Death. A. D. 1143." SHORTLIE after died Run, the sonne of Prince Owen of North Wales, a faire and a goodlie yoong man, whose death when it came to his father's eares did so trouble him, that no kind of plesure could comfort his heavie hart, so that he led the night in teares and the day in heavinesse." 76. "To the cords of my tent approaches -POWELL'S History of Cambria. every needy matron."—Ibid. Battle of Ceireoc.1 A. D. 1165. "THE King gathered another armie of chosen men through all his dominions, as England, Normandie, Anjow, Gascoine and Gwyen, sending for succours from Flanders and Brytaine, and then returned towardes North Wales, minding utterlie to destroie all that had life in the land, and comming to Croes Oswalt, called Oswaldstree, incamped there. On the contrarie side, Prince Owen and his brother Cadwallader, with all the power of North Wales, and the Lord Rees with the power of South Wales, and O. Cyverl and the sonnes of Madoc ap Meredyth with the power of Powys, and the two sonnes of Madoc ap Ednerth with the people betwixt Wye and Seaverne, gathered themselves togither and came to Corwen in Edeyrneon, purposing to defend their countrie. But the King understanding that they were so nigh, being wonderfull desirous of battell, came to the river Ceireoc, and caused the woods to be hewen downe. Whereupon a number of the Welshmen understanding the passage, unknowing to their captaines, met with the King's ward, where were placed the piked men of all the armie, and there began a hote skirmish, where diverse worthie men were slaine on either side; but in the end the King wanne the passage, and came to the mountaine of Berwyn, where he laie in campe certaine daies, and so both the armies stood in awe each of other; for the King kept the open plaines, and was affraid to be intrapped in straits; but the Welshmen watched for the advantage of the place, and kept the King so straitlie, that neither forrage nor victuall might come to his camp, neither durst anie souldiour stir abroad: and to augment their miseries, there fell such raine that the King's men could scant stand upon their feete upon those slipperie hilles. In "Dost thou not remember, brother, Madoc in Wales, part i. ii.-J. W. W. Ladies drawn by Cows. "PIACENZA.-I observed in this town a notable peece of thriftiness used by the gentlewomen, who make no scruple to be carried to their country-houses near the town in ther. These will carry the Signora a pretty coaches drawn by two cowes yoaked togeround trot unto her villa; they afford her also a dish of their milk, and after collation bring her home again at night without spending a penny." The Voyage of Italy, by RICH. LASSELS, Gent. who travelled through Italy five times, as tutor to several of the English nobility and gentry. Printed at Paris, 1670. Battle of Montargis. "I SAW but one extraordinery thing in the rest of the way to Lyons, an old inscription in letters of gold, upon a wooden fabric, a mile before I came to Montargis, importing, that the English being encamped here, had been forced to raise their siege before Montargis, by reason of great raynes and sudden inundations. Some of the |